The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908 Please, Ma’am

Doris hastily crouched down and picked up the items, but she could not keep the items in the bag.

Waylon could not bear to watch her struggle. He helped her pick up the items and closed the cloth bag properly.

“Thank you, Mr. Adelmar. Thank you.” Doris’ eyes were already teary.

She thought she looked pathetic, especially when her baby was also having a fever.

“Get in the car,” Waylon said. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Doris was too shocked for words.

“The stroller is damaged. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered,” Waylon said.

“Sorry to trouble you again, Mr. Adelmar.”

Waylon opened the backseat door and let Doris in.

He placed the items next to her, closed the door, and put the stroller next to a public trash can.

He started the car, went around the hospital building, and drove into the basement parking lot once more.

After parking the car, Waylon opened the car door for Doris.

“Thank you. I’ll go upstairs using the elevator,” Doris said.

“Let me help you.” Waylon picked up the cloth bag and the stack of diapers.

Doris pressed her lips together. “Thank you, Mr. Adelmar.”

Waylon did not say anything.

Usually, he was quite talkative, and it was evident whenever he bickered with Emmeline.

However, he had no feelings for Doris, so he kept his mouth shut.

The elevator arrived at the pediatric department. Waylon helped Doris with the registration.

The outpatient doctor listened to the baby’s breathing with a stethoscope. The preliminary diagnosis was pneumonia.

Doris seemed flustered. “Pneumonia? Does that mean my baby will have to be hospitalized?”

The doctor nodded. “Mm. For about seven to eight days.”

“But I have another child at home. I can’t travel to the hospital every day. Can’t you just give him some medicine?”

“This isn’t a common cold, this is pneumonia!”

The doctor turned his gaze toward Waylon standing next to Doris.

What’s this guy doing here? Is he only window-dressing?

Doris realized what the doctor was thinking. “Ah, he’s not my husband,” she said.